Her scent, her coat, her eyes, they transfixed him. Angel. She was perfection, at least to him. Her multicolor coat was like no other. It was a mixture of creme, red, and golden hairs. Shetan nibbled on her mane before tickling her round tummy, that held their foal.

"Ah! Shetan please stop! It tickles!"
"It supposed to tickle, Angel." He said grinning, continuing to tickle her.

The black stallion opened his eyes, leaving his dream behind. Standing he shook the leaves off of his back and began to move closer to the sound of rushing water.

He was not sure where he was going today or what he was going to do. All he knew was that his memories haunted him and made his longing to join Angel even greater.